EPISODE 3
Ooh, it has been a while since we've seen our dear Rachav Rai.
The background shifts to a skateboarding park.
Amid the skateboarders and the shared refreshments is a heated debate… and Rachav Rai is right in the middle of it.
Guy 1: See, get your churchish belief outta here.
Evangelical disciple James: How can we, if you won't even hear us out?
Guy 2: Why should we, when He doesn't exist?!
Skateboarders: Yeah!!
Rachav: Oh, do behave 😄. How can you conclude when you haven't even confirmed His existence yourselves?
James: God does exist, and I am a living witness of it! If you want proof, I've got a whole bunch of—
Guy 2: (Irritated, dangerous) Listen—if you don't scram, your head will go down with your God.
Rachav: (Mumbles) Well, that's incredibly rude 😄.
James: Cool. My head may go down— (steps closer)…
Rachav: Uhh… Brother James 😅…
James: But my God will never.
The guy lunges, rage boiling over. Another Evangelical Disciple quickly restrains James.
Titus (Evangelical disciple): We'll leave now 😊.
Titus pulls, but James refuses to move even an inch.
Titus: James. Let's go.
Rachav: (Quietly) Come now, Brother James. Teacher Andrew warned us to withdraw if there's an attempt at violence.
Skateboarder (Phoebe): Just go already. We don't want a war here.
Rachav: 😲 Whoa—your voice is beautiful.
Phoebe: (Stunned)
Rachav: You must be brilliant at singing. Can I have your number?
Phoebe: (Even more stunned)
Rachav: No need to panic! I just adore your voice. {I sound like a perv 🤦.}
Phoebe: Um…
Rachav: Oh—phone!
Her phone slips from her hand as she fumbles, but someone catches it smoothly. She looks up…
Rachav: Lennor?
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At an ice-cream stall.
Rachav: {Mmmm, I love this flavour.} 😋.
Lennor: {She's being cute again.}
His gaze stays fixed on her. Feeling it, Rachav sighs internally.
Rachav: {There he goes again. Staring at me with those nonchalant eyes and that effortless behaviour of his.} Thank you. I'll pay you for the ice-cream another time.
Lennor: ... What's your occupation?
Rachav: Hm? Mij? I'm a nu— missionary. And a babysitter.
Lennor: Just that?
Rachav: Mm. What else would I be 🙃 ?
Lennor: (Exhales slowly, nonchalantly) {Why did I even bother?}
He turns, calm and dismissive.
Rachav: What of you— ooh!
She looks down to see who bumped into her.
Rachav: Tiberius?
Tiberius: (Delighted) Miss Rachav Rai!
Thugs (from afar): Hey! Get back here, you brat!
Tiberius: (Clutching her skirt) Please help.
Rachav: Oh my. (Squats) Tiberius, remember what I taught you about being brave? In cases like this… you ruuuun!
She scoops him up and bolts at full speed.
Lennor: (Stunned) {She's far too fast for a lady.}
Thug 1: Get them!
Lennor: (Runs after Rachav)
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Sometime later.
A Guard from the Empire Territory rushes towards Rachav and Tiberius, clearly relieved.
Guard: Young Master, are you unharmed? Why did you run off in such a reckless manner? {I feared I would lose my head today. Thank goodness 🤧.}
Tiberius follows the guards back. Rachav checks the time and quietly slips toward a public restroom.
… In the car, Azenor embraces Tiberius with relief, then pulls his ear sharply.
Azenor: Why did you run off like that?!
Tiberius: (Lost in thought) {I met her again today. I didn't even get to thank her.}
He suddenly leaps out of the car and dashes back to the place they parted—only to find no sign of Rachav.
Tiberius: 😞 {Please… let me see you one more time.}
His eyes widen as he spots Yancy Wil stepping out of the very restroom Rachav used earlier. Yancy, unaware he's being watched, hurriedly adjusts his clothes.
Tiberius: {Yancy Wil?}
He then notices the bandage around Yancy's neck—identical to Rachav's.
Tiberius: {Isn't that the same bandage on Miss Ra— (Gasps) IMPOSSIBLE.}
Oh boy.
A disguise just got busted.
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EXTRA
1. Do you know who Yancy Wil Maarschalkerweerd really is?
2. Tongue Twister:
Fancy classy Yancy Wil Maarschalkerweerd loves the hill of kiwis.